Outro

You wanted the worst?You got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitYou can push stopYou can push stopYou wanted the best?!Then go get the fuckin Backstreet Boys cdCuz in this house, it's limp, motherfuckin, BizkitBalls made of steelBalls made of steelBut don't kick me in the nuts, thoughLimp bizkit's in the houseLimp bizkit's in the houseLimp bizkit's in the houseLimp bizkit's in the houseAnd you aint shitHa ha ha haYou aint shitHa ha ha haHa ha ha haYou ain't shit motherfucker! You suck

Hey, it's the bald manAnd I'm here to tell you why the new limp bizkit album's soimportantThat's because cd's like this will spare you from all thechart-toppinTeenie-boppin, disposableHappy horse shit that brings up the bile from the back of myneckI have no time or tolerance for all shitty wack acts like thatI wouldn't piss on their cd's to put out a fireAnd I'm tired off all those lame-ass, tame-ass, pre-fabricatedSorry excuses for singersAnd musicians who don't even write their own songsWhat the world needs now is a musical revolutionWe need some rock, we need somethin ass-bossWe need something with substance, with depth, somethin withsoulSome edge, some passion, some power! Shit, if it's gonna bemellowFuck, man, it better have somethin, it better mean somethinI'm tellin you, you gotta hit em with somethin hardYou gotta stick em with somethin limp, like Limp BizkitI'm so fuckin tired of this shit that I'm hearin on the radioRadio sucks!! The same fuckin songs over and over againAll the week onesAll that disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in threemonthsIts just shit(Hey, matt, calm down) it's crap, FredFred, I'm tellin you, there's nothin but shit goin onAnd we need some new music(But, well, what about Limp Bizkit?) Limp Bizkitt is fuckincoolYou guys are cool, the new records great,=But fuck all that other shitI'm so sick of all that week shit that's takin space on thecharts(Hey, matt, calm down, man)Fuck this shit, I'm outta here(Fuck, dudeFuckin Pinfield is pissedOh man I gotta go find that bald bastardHey Matt)

A word with les claypool

Hit me! FirecrackerSo there you go, fifteen of yourHard-earned dollars right out the windowMost expensive piece of plastic I've ever come acrossFifteen dollars...fifteen dollars on a shiny piece of plasticThere it is...limp bizkit, in all it's gloryFred durst, the man, the myth the compulsive masturbaterYou love him, you hate him, you love to hate himHello! Oa ha! once, when I was afraid to speakWhen I was just a ladMy poppy gave my nose a tweek, and told me I was bad.And then I learned a brilliant word, that saved my achin noseThe biggest word you've ever heardAnd this is how it goes..."supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" ahh, those were the daysI dunnoYou got any more of that, ah shmokeableSo what did you think you were gettin that celine dion record?No, no, no, young buckeyYou laughed, you criedYou just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbyeLimp bizkit? I dont' think soFred durst?? I dunno, but what the hell? I got paidGood-bye now